"Run! Don't fight them! We will die!"

　　 "No! I want to leave here! Get out of here!"

　　 When the knights attacked by pigs, a part of the army under Count Zhebo completely collapsed, wailing loudly, and fled around wearing a single shirt.

　　 Outside of them, the army of Rainer's vassals also rushed to the enemy camp.

　　 More soldiers rushed in with spears and swords, creating a feeling of enemies in all directions for the soldiers under Count Zhebo.

"Damn it! Hold on to me! Hold on for everyone!" Count Zhebo no longer cares about his demeanor. His precious, unblemished bearskin cloak has slipped off his body and fell into whiteness. In the snow, there is a sharp contrast.

However, his shouting did not bring any confidence to the soldiers. Several of his followers surrounded him, and the knights who followed him on the expedition did not wear armor until now, and they moved out of the larger tents. He got out and looked for Earl Zhebo.

　　 "Go and stabilize the soldiers! Let the officers stabilize their subordinates! These are just some trivial enemies, tell them that they can easily be wiped out as long as they cheer up!

　　 Just now, Earl Zhebo was still calmly saying that this was nothing more than the death of the defenders in the castle.

　　 But now, he can't say such a thing. More than half of his army and those of the nobles have been in chaos and rout, and the remaining half are also in a state of confusion.

　　 At the same time, Earl Twarin had assembled all his troops, and the soldiers were ready for battle in fifteen minutes wearing armor.

　　 Looking at the shining lights in front of him, he squinted his eyes slightly, touched the extremely delicate beard trimmed on his chin, and said, "Let’s wait a while... see the situation before making a decision..."

　　 He felt that this matter was not that simple, he subconsciously felt that something bad might happen.

　　 The battle outside the city was so fierce, and the inside of the castle was also undercurrent.

　　 A team of about fifty people quietly appeared at the gate of the city gate. The soldiers guarding here had fallen into a pool of blood.

　　 "Open the gate of the city! Let's go out to seek refuge in Count Zeppa!" Baron Tavko's eyes flickered in the darkness, licking his lips as if he had made up his mind, and whispered to the soldiers and knights beside him.

　　 Hearing the words, the three soldiers quickly grabbed the winch of the city gate and began to twist slowly.

　　 The creaking sound resounded abruptly on the city wall, and the empty night sky made waves of echoes, just like a monster that appeared suddenly, making a terrible and toothless roar.

　　 "The gate of the city is open, Lord Baron!" said the three soldiers, returning to Baron Tarkov.

　　 He nodded, secretly embarrassed in his heart: "But I really have no choice, Lord Earl... In this case, we have no hope... I can only turn my back on the vow I made to you!"

　　 "Let's go! Let's go out of the city to seek refuge in Earl Zeppa!" Baron Tarkov wiped the slightly snot that appeared on his nose, and said with a wave of his hand.

　　 The group of people suddenly looked like mice crossing the street, and Jordan walked down the stairs to the city gate.

　　 When he reached the city gate, Baron Tarkov stopped suddenly, and he suddenly heard a loud sound of horseshoes.

　　His face changed drastically, it was definitely not possible that Earl Zhebo attacked the city in the middle of the night, not to mention that cavalry was not needed to attack the city.

　　 He took a big breath, frowned and said, "Don't move yet!"

　　 As he said, he leaned on the hilt of the sword and quickly walked back to the top of the city wall along the stairs. Following the empty space between the battlements, he looked down.

　　 The indeterminate fire light, and the soldiers who were fighting flickering under the light of the fire suddenly caught his eye.

　　 This was a massacre. Countless people who were poorly dressed or even lacked weapons were being armed to their teeth, and they were slaughtered by an army full of iron armor.

　　 Baron Tarkov continued to look into the distance, and suddenly found that the charging knights were flying a flag...

"Red bottom...golden, crowned, with iris pattern...flag..." Baron Tarkov softened his legs and sat on the ground feebly. He raised his hand and placed his fingers in front of him. All cramping.

　　 "Hurry up! Hurry up!" Baron Tarkov stood up from the wall in embarrassment, and rushed to the stairs.

　　 "Immediately!" He urged himself hideously, the fear in his heart turned into motivation at this moment, and he ran extremely fast.

　　 "Hurry up! Everyone come back to sleep with me! None of this happened today! Everyone is going back with me!" Baron Tarkov gritted his teeth and shouted at the soldiers.

　　 Seeing that Baron Tarkov was like this, the knights and soldiers did not dare to say anything, and walked dingyly behind him to the resting place.

However, they had just walked for a while, but suddenly a team of open flames came to face each other, headed by a dozen other vassals, they were at the forefront of the team, either contemptuous, angry, or sad. He looked at Baron Tarkov.

　　 "Heh...haha...my dear colleagues, are you also here to check the defense of the city wall?" Baron Tarkov reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

　　 "Hurry up and put away your hypocritical face, Baron Tarkov!"

　　 "Being a **** betrayer, now do you want to be a deceiver?"

　　 "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Baron Tarkov's face became paler, pretending to be calm and defended.

"Go to hell, you **** betrayer! You scumbag of a bitch!" a vassal cursed grimly~lightnovelpub.net~ At this time, Baron Tarkov was cold behind, almost already. Soaked in sweat, his eyes were almost spinning around him. The vassals looked like solemn statues in the indeterminate light, and they looked desperate in the eyes of Baron Tarkov.

　　 "Let your people lay down their weapons, Baron Tarkov!" A vassal said: "Give up unnecessary resistance, we will hand you over to Lord Earl!"

Hearing these words, Baron Tarkov's face suddenly turned pale, and he vomited a puff of white smoke. He glanced at the hundreds of soldiers waiting in front of him, and then he glanced at his foot and kicking uneasy, he was vigilant. Facing the huge team in front of him, his body immediately collapsed.

　　 He really didn't have the courage to go on, he just wanted to be born.

　　 "Let's lay down your weapons..." Baron Tarkov said to the soldiers behind him as if he had been drained.

　　 "But, should I still have the right to the saber?" Baron Takov held the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

　　 "Of course, you are still a nobleman!"

　　 In this way, Baron Tarkov and his team were taken into custody, while the other vassals boarded the city wall and began to check the situation outside.

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